Lockhart took the magic microphone from Lee Jordan and coughed twice in a mock manner.
"Ahem, thank you all very much for coming to watch this little friendly match."
"I hope this match, like its name, will prioritize friendship over competition."
In the stands, Lockhart's admirers cheered for him, and Lockhart nodded repeatedly, clearly pleased.
"I have already taught my three students my advanced dueling skills, and they will demonstrate them in the competition."
Lockhart picked up one of his books and showed everyone the photo of himself on the cover.
"Of course, if you would like to know more details, please read my published works."
"Also, I can give you all a little secret in advance," Lockhart said, winking wildly at the students in the stands, feigning humor. "You'd better keep it a secret."
Lee Jordan stood to the side, reaching out to take the microphone.
"Professor Lockhart, you've said a bit too much."
"Oh, sorry," Lockhart apologized, but didn't hand the microphone back to Lee Jordan, continuing on his own, "I'll be writing about this competition in my new book, so please stay tuned, students!"
After retrieving his microphone, Lee Jordan wiped the drool off with a handkerchief, and when he spoke again, he deliberately kept a distance from the microphone.
"Professor Lockhart is very enthusiastic. Now, let's invite Professor Snape to speak."
The microphone was handed to him, but Snape didn't take it. He just let out a loud, cold snort and glared at Lockhart sideways.
Snape's concise and to-the-point remarks pleased Lee Jordan greatly.
"Excellent!"
"Thank you, Professor Snape, for your enthusiastic remarks. You really got the atmosphere going!"
"Now, please welcome both teams to the arena!"
The two teams of six entered from two directions and exchanged a greeting in front of the stands.
Harry and Ron stood facing each other, blinking at each other and speaking in silence.
Ron: "You haven't forgotten our plan, have you?"
Harry: "Of course."
Malfoy looked at Neville, who was cowering somewhat across from him, and spoke sarcastically.
"Longbottom? I never expected Lockhart to choose you."
"When you shout 'surrender' later, remember to shout it louder."
Standing before Silan was Michael Corner from Ravenclaw House.
The two looked at each other and shook hands.
Lee Jordan ignored the flirtatious glances between Harry and Ron, and the boastful Malfoy, and was quite pleased with these two opponents who were bowing to him in a normal manner.
"It seems the players are all very courteous."
Michael Corner looked at Silan and said, "It's a pity we can't use the Dragon in this match, otherwise I'd really like to see it."
"I'll tell you a secret," Silan said casually, turning her gaze to Hermione, "Actually, the Dragon wasn't sent away. If you want to see it, I can make it happen."
"Private individuals are not allowed to keep Dragon."
Michael Corner's face stiffened, and he chuckled awkwardly, "You must be joking, right?"
Silan shrugged. "Who knows?"
Michael Corner stared into his eyes for a moment, then took two steps back and looked at the professors in the stands.
It's as if it's hinting at something.
"Don't be nervous, friend." Silan found Hermione and became cheerful. "I was just kidding."
Silan waved at Hermione, her tone still nonchalant.
"But don't worry, even if you're injured, Madam Pomfrey will heal you."
Michael Corner was somewhat annoyed by Silan's nonchalant attitude. He gave him a deep look, then turned and left.
The only thing that made Prewett wary was his Dragon; otherwise, Michael believed he was no worse than Prewett.
He was a Half-blood wizard, but he showed great intelligence from a young age.
His parents began teaching him about magic when he was very young.
After entering Ravenclaw House, he learned many Spells through his intelligence.
With Lockhart's guidance, he believed he had a fighting chance.
Even if Prewett really had a Dragon, with the professors watching over it, he would never dare to release it.
With this thought in mind, Michael Corner felt more relaxed.
"Corner," Ron whispered, leaning closer to him, "I'll deal with Harry, Neville will deal with Malfoy, you just need to focus on Prewett."
"You're going to do something to Harry?" Corner asked doubtfully. "Can you really bring yourself to do it?"
Ron, with a look of righteous indignation, declared, "Don't worry, I'm ready to risk everything for our victory!"
Neville nodded hurriedly beside him.
Me too.
Michael Corner was somewhat moved; he hadn't expected Weasley to go this far. Well done!
After the two teams separated, they entered the field from two different directions.
This friendly match was a team competition, with six players from each of the two teams playing simultaneously. The team with fewer players remaining at the end of the match won.
The students in the stands were all focused on the two teams, filled with anticipation for the match, and cheering loudly for their competitors.
George and Fred continued fiddling with their oddly shaped machine, making it emit round after round of applause.
Hermione leaned against the railing of the stands, half her body hanging out, and shouted loudly at Silan.
"Go for it, Silan!"
Ginny chimed in, "Silan, Sheeran!"
Then she added quietly, "Good luck, Harry..."
"The atmosphere at the scene was incredibly exciting!"
Lee Jordan wiped his forehead with his handkerchief and continued his commentary with great enthusiasm.
"Now we can see that both teams have entered the arena. They're so energetic! Let's guess who they'll choose as their opponents?"
"Malfoy has made his move!"
"Uh... his Spells almost hit his own teammate... Harry Potter."
Lee Jordan glanced cautiously at Snape beside him, his voice unconsciously lowering slightly, "What will Harry Potter do... Oh! He charged in! He gave Malfoy a Disarming Charm!"
"Oh my god, Malfoy's wand flew to the side!"
Lee Jordan grew increasingly agitated, his voice, which he had kept lowered to avoid mentioning Snape, rising again to a louder tone, "They're fighting! Harry Potter punched Malfoy in the face!"
"Malfoy retaliated!"
"Malfoy delivered a devastating blow to his teammate!"
"I never expected that a battle would turn out to be an internal conflict within the Chimera Team!"
Snape, watching Harry and Malfoy wrestling in the stands, grew increasingly grim.
Lee Jordan was completely absorbed in the game, commentating at the top of his lungs, completely oblivious to Snape's expression, and even handing him his magic microphone.
"Now, let's get Professor Snape's opinion..."